lil poetry

I think it?s time we took hip-hop back to the old daysback when the stage was on fire cause we set it ablazekeeping it clean having kids paraphrasing my phrase a time when we didn?t get no praise, no radio playsnever following a pattern but creating new waysand getting praise for creating a new crazethe days when we were dopethe days when we got it, talent exceeded all never failurecause we brought a certain jenesequa, a new allureso bring back the good old daysthe days when we used to party like rock starshappy riot, streets so full we used to block carsnever showing of battle scars as together the world was oursspitting some bars and no one offendedmic skills splendid, people crowdedrhymes so bright leaves some folks blindedthat?s how we rolled and that?s what we want backso let?s smack attack these whack tracks and bring back rap to the way it used to bethe way we want it to beso young money please leave it be.

It goes like this you don?t care what happens to meas long as I provide entertainment you happy for medon?t care about my life, don?t care about my healthall you paparazzi do is care about your wealthleave some folk leaving in fearam I alone I ask myself, am I free to be myselfgot me analysing every situationone slip starts the media celebrationand you wonder why we lose itseems like I?m here for your amusementall this fame I didn?t want, earning money was the gamecoughing out lies like it was fluall this breaking news is news to me tooI try to hide but you find me againcan?t lose your sight, got a tight grip on my lifeI?m the slave, you the mastersmall boy, you a pastorrelationship straight up disasterlike coyote befriending road runnerwe won?t get along but I understand the needI understand your job and why you do what you dobut is there a common ground we can reacha place with no fear, freedom of speechI?m sure we can come to an agreement and still make my life your entertainment

Were I?m from we live cautiously under certain rulesyou can?t escape destiny as we live through expectationslike an unwanted pregnancy life full of complicationsmovement forward halted as fate holds our ankles in shacklesin darkness as the strong wind blows away our candlesour world in darkness as the light can?t get throughthe bad overshadows the good, youth paralysed by the hoodfor the young blood it?s a one way system straight to hellstill need tucking in but I?m spending a night in a jail cellstatistically they expect me to failwhen the going gets tough they expect me to baillike the weather the rain shows my painbut like spring beats winter I will prevail/when you get kicked down so low you can?t go furtheraint but one option left but to rise upshow your strength and determination to get upyour actions will wise up as you show you?ve grown upexpectations defeated as you rise to the challengeshow the world no one but you controls your destinylife is a series of negative and positive choicesyou hear the voices but do you take it?s advice/I was born in a world were wrong is rightwere people appreciated the dark instead of the lightforced to be savages to surviveso can you blame us for the way we liveI will conquer adversity as I create my own legacylegitimacy will bring order to the democracyI stand here not a product of your beliefsbut as a product of my wishes.

See No one on the corner has swagger like minethey don?t carry this weightobscuring my thoughts, not thinking straightexpectations to be great if I follow my fateI?m trying to keep face as I lead the raceif money comes will I change face?Lose my soul or should I lower my paceI?m just one man with one dreamshould I embrace this talent?destroy those who cross my pathits all a matter of choiceI hear the voice but do I take its adviceso no one ever has a swagger like mineI thought I was mature so I changed the nameL.P. was the new me as lil poet drowned out at seastarted a new life but too addicted to the gamethe needle in my shoulder reignited the fading flamecan I change me?Not as long as fate controls my destiny, my legacyto have the meanest swagger in class.

Now I?ve always kept to myself, did *BLEEP* by myselfbut the day you left us I lost a part of myselfI?ve never been an open personbut you could read my eyesseparate the truth from my liesI?ve never played by the book, had a different personalived in my own world, I even confused the schizophrenicno matter which personality our friendship was always authenticI know its clich? but you knew me bestbelieved in me when I was doubted by the restthe motto was ? we ride together, we die together, homies for lifenow I?m urging all my brothers in the streets not to carry that knifelighting wont strike until it happens to youthe storm is here, the sky is no longer blueclouded by the mist my conscious won?t get throughone message as my head says revengebut will the sun come out if I take the challengeI aint a violent person that I?ll confessbut there aint nothing more frightening that a man with nothing to loseprison is old news and your life won?t be taken in vain, that I refuseI used to dream the same dream of making it big as a superstarnow the only way I get to talk to you is by wishing upon a starwhen it hit me colours became lifeless, food was tastelessand when I think about what the knife does I feel worthlessI?m angry for not being there for youI?m saddened by the fact you died aloneI?m angry at the world as the media refers to you as a statisticwith the world and the knife together it?s hard to be optimisticliving in fear with a pessimistic view and this is all realisticthe world is to devious so forget being rich and famousI was planning on us being the A-Team, cheated by deathhad to pay a price for that dream, as you lost your breathtime will tell whether the sun will shine againbut our memories will always bring forth the rain will always love you bro for you forever remembered

Born of true blood got hip hop flowing in my veins they tried to kill us of, beat down and placed in chainslike Ali pound for pound they couldn?t out do medoing the rope-a-dope showing both brawn and brainswhen that track hits,I?m floating like a butterfly and stinging like a beeI?m here to show what rhythm can bring to the worldyet these *BLEEP*ers say we a bad influencecriticise our dress sense, our appearancealready judged, Hip Hop not given a chancenot given a fair trial, a tribunaland not praised for our had work, our diligenceour brilliance, our excellenceblame me for your children failing in lifeif so then show me the evidencewithout us, without our existencethose from the hood struggle to find financeand then you blame us for their crimescurse me for my rhymesthey killing us but I still raise up the peace signHip Hop is bigger than thatyour jealousy and constant talking just fuels usme breaking through is only a matter of progress cause I possess the talent to impress enabling my own successso I know I?m destined for great thingsthe history books opening thanks to the dream that is Hip Hop

Its a new day, the sun rising, lives lostnobody seems to care anymoreall our cries for help are ignoredfighting our demons, the whole neighbourhood at warchildren dying, fathers dying, mothers dying, so I ask why do we still keep on trying?life is impossible to liveits a struggle just to surviveim out here fighting for my lifefighting for my loved onesmy independencethe right to live in peaceand hoping my mother won?t live to see the day I passwe all God?s creation, earth?s populationbrothers and sisters yet we don?t care for each otherwe fight the weak and steal from the poorour egos and rules to blame for those who try but diethe angels cry, falling from the skyI?m 17 at war17 at warwhat on earth am I fighting forand why living in torment17 at warno chance to play,act my age and get those girls17 at warliving my life at warwe cry but no answerswe pray but no answersthey take our belongings and provide us with no answerswe shout but no help comes our wayto them we are just one simple statisticmy heart aching so I shout to tell themif we?re only left with one choicelisten to that voice and take it?s advicewhy you think we attracted to crimewhy you think I?m writing this rhymeI?m telling you we living in warsome of us live in fearand each night shed a tear to try to get us to sleepyou know it?s not right when half of us won?t make it past twentyand are being praised for staying with our baby mamasthe skies are always greyso we choose to throw our lives awayI?m 17 at war17 at wartold it?s my faultso I?m kicked to the floor17 at warborn without a chanceso I do is dream of success17 at warliving my life at wardealt a bad hand by societymarked cause of my colourso me and my family living in povertyno one hears our voice as what we achieve they claimso mama working 2 jobs just to keep our namenever seen my daddy, abandoned us before the fightonly had mama to hold when frightened at nightasking God when will the stars shine brightbright enough to take me and my family out of hell and straight into heavenwe all children of warvictims of warwhile looking for God we perform sins for the devilchildren of warvictims of warlooking for Godbut finding the devil17 at war17 at warliving my life at warso I?m 17 on the block17 on the block17 on the block

I?ve loved you for so long I?m simply heartbroken without your lovewords don?t express how much I?m addicted to you my angel from up aboveim of the opposite sex so my soul is full of the most dirtiest thoughtswhereas you my better half are clean and pure like heaven?s holiest doveyou touch me like nobody has done before cause when it rains i crybut your love clears the clouds and makes my heart shineim happy to tell you i?ll love yuh till the end of timeglad its gonna last long after after this rhymei will forever love yuh till the end of the worlda promise i intend to keep, i give yuh my wordof all that God?s created you are his most celebratedbeauty is a word described but you require a whole new definitionyou were God?s first creation therefore loving you is not an obligationyour beauty and love is not matched throughout the 6 billion of earth?s populationi am great full for all the time spent with youa true blessing, my dream come truelove is a word describedwhat i have for yuh requires a whole new different category

hey....the spaces dont mean verses its just a way to make it easier for yuh guys to read =]What I FeelThinking of you gets me shiveringladies don?t think you the only ones to get hurtlike a turtle it?ll take something special to get our emotions outyou did that but without explanation you also put the flame outI know this has been said before but you weren?t like any other girlyou dressed different and smelt differentnothing to overpowering and didn?t dress to get attentionand all the guys still liked you, drooling at your feetthe attention didn?t get to you as you still acted sweetthis made all the fake plastic girls jealous of youand every guy wanting to wake up next to youthe beauty is the choice was yoursand in our heart you saw me as yoursbeen waiting to be happy for years and all it took were your eyes to make me smilefinding happiness after all these year was worthwhileI still remember the look on your face to when i shouted out your nameI?d never been that happy and all my previous girls combined couldn?t do the samemany stars full of pocket came along but you didn?t care about the fameleading me to believe that true love conquers allbut everything no matter how great has to fallfor every beginning there is always an endthe devil will strike those with something to die forits like our love packed its bags and walked out the doorno explanation, not a word less, not a word morejust woke up one morning and the picture frame was emptyall I have are the glorious memoriesclosing my eyes and picturing you in my dreamsbut i guess nothing is ever what it seemssome people say you weren?t happy and needed outsome say you cudnt believe it had lasted this longyour previous relationships weren?t always as strongwhich made you wonder whether you were good enough for meyou said you needed to clear your headbut we both know things aren?t gonna be the same nowwe?ve both shown doubt and lack of trust maybe its best to go our separate ways and just remember the good timeswen ever im feeling down all i gotta do is add your name in all my rhymesnever thought the day would come for us to say our goodbyesbut you are always with me whenever i close my eyes.

My Life 1833 slavery is abolished1929 Martin Luther King is bornhe and many others fought for our livesfinally accepted by societybut I?m still living in povertyasking for help but they look at me dirtyso I just spill emotion in all my poetryI ask what makes me so differentdo we not walk on the same planetand speak the same languageyet you?d prefer to lock me in a cageand leave me there till the next ice agewe were born with one clear disadvantagebut like a letter inside a bottlewe swam to deliver one simple messageset us free or prepare for troublenow I?m free I?m constantly reminded ?blacks stay in your place? by those who are simply small mindedbut like the phoenix we rose from the ashesGod spoke to us through the burning bushestold us how to leave adversity behindMy life, I don?t take it for grantedand to those who fight meI won?t easily be defeatedfamily has come and gone fighting for mefighting for a better life for memy life, my lifeGod I ask oh why, oh whyhave you taken my loved onesdoes that mean I?m the next oneliving for my lifeliving for our life

Betrayal Causes SuccessHe?d never been in love before so he poured his heart outoverwhelmed with emotions his heart burning, on flamesshe?d taken what she needed so his heart she ripped and stomped it outshe forgot about his him when she was in the clubs out and aboutall she ever wanted and was always looking for were the famous onesshe just wanted to have fame attached to her nameusing him to get wat she wanted she played him like a gamearound people in the hood she be like i love you boobut that changed when she got hitched she told him *BLEEP* youyou don?t know me and cant treat me like am suppose to beyou?ll always be in the gutter but im a star set to shineand when the timer goes of the world will soon be minebut she was naive to believe this dream she could achievehow long was she gonna be with the rap starhe only saw her as a ho so the relationship felland as predicted the sex addicted rap star got with another hoher dream of fame hadn?t even exploded let alone ignitedbut because of her the world was set to witness the birth of a geniusa rumour so powerful all the big money makers were getting excitedrecord companies, producers, fans and haters anticipated and waitedthis was gonna be the biggest party of the summer so everybody was invitedeveryone wanted to see the rumoured legend borncause after his girl left, packed her bags and said im gonethe young boy held firm, got his *BLEEP* together and held firmhe?d worked hard so he wasn?t gonna let anybody ruin his lifelet alone a two timing, gold digging, pathetic excuse of a wifehe wanted to get out of the gutter so bad he held the pen and showed true dedicationthere were times when he was tempted to lay the pen down but he showed true concentrationto him this wasn?t just about being regarded as an artisthe packed his bags and started his quest all around the worldall four corners of the earth: north, south, east and westhe wanted everyone to acknowledge him as the best of the bestas the rumours faded down times started to get hardeverybody was spitting about guns and cars they never had so gigs he couldn?t geteveryone said he couldn?t and will never make it so against him the whole world bethe talked about what he knew and never swore so what would it take to get him on B.E.The?d lived his life in the gutter and just wanted for once to be the V.I.P, the game?s M.V.Phe was told many better than you have tried and most of them have failedmany better than you have tried and most of them have packed and bailedbut he?d made it this far with all the doubt on his shoulders so quitting is not an optionplus he wasn?t just doing this for the money and fame anymore it was an addictionand every addict knows once yuh get in so far there?s almost no goin backso after a quiet few years it was time for him to attackhe wanted prove to the world he was worth it and could still make ithe was thinking about his mom so he didn?t want to disappointof all the people he just wanted to make his mom proud so he got on his knees and to God he vowedthe world was once again soon to witness the birth of a true legend

ImagineImagine you were one of those rich folks, mega rich to be preciseliterally swimming in money, so rich nothing was out of your pricenever looking twice and no need to go to the bank and get adviceno limit, so going to Vegas and spending thousands on the diceno gambling problem, jus cause you can and jus cause you willshutting a mall for you, spending millions in one day jus for the thrillspending ridiculously large amounts of money be how you chilland let?s not forget the privately flown first class holidays to brazilacting diva like so eating food only made from a George Forman grillfinally out of the hood so everything paid on time including your phone billso life isn?t as stressful anymore so no need to take the sleeping pilldoing as you please, sleeping late and waking up late to doctor Phillife would be so good, if you were poor you?d be able to move out of the hoodno longer imagining, no longer if I could I would more like I think I shouldlife would be so perfect, paying people just to tell you you?re always correctalthough as you know in that sense the money won?t earn you respectbut who cares, a lot of dumb people keep saying money won?t make you happythat?s cause the money?s not theirs and their lives are boring so they feel crappieand every night they shed tears cause no one?s answering their prayersso all they do is try and make you sad but all it does is make me madlisten money is the only reason some people have perfect livesthey may be ugly but they got the most beautiful big breasted wivesobviously they gold diggers but wouldn?t you love to have onenot to marry but just one to show off, *BLEEP* and have funwhen your tired or bored just tell her it?s over and donetheses nothing I can say but life would be awesomeyou on top of the world, imagine that

Now the story of the year was hip hop is deadthats what the legend that is Nas had saidSoulja Boy didn't make it any better because of him quickly the news had spreadwith that bold statement Nas got the world's attention in the rap game he caused a whole lot of tensionpeople knew what he was saying was truebut still at the same time no one wanted it to be truethe game has changed significantlysince life has become too costlywhat all rappers now cared about was the blingand being seen in the media as a hip hop gangstathe old school, meaningful rap we inherited had vanishedno one spoke the truth, record companies had it banishedthis is why most of today's rappers are bigmouthedand with Nas coming back they are soon to be demolishednow the hip hop game does desperately needs a heroonly a few still sell millions without the need for swearingso we need to respect and praise them for what they achievinggrowing up I regret not listening to Pac and Bigbut grateful we have the likes of Eminem and Jayas they part of the few who show true hip hop todaythe game is on the rise againand hopefully one day I?ll have my say

Each day I dream of reaching the stars, shining so brightshining up above the earth my dream taking flightbut before I reach the dream my pen holds my pathgotta show true dedication and concentration before I start the celebrationigniting the dream, my heart exploding with passionconsumed by this passion becoming an addiction this feeling not described, dictionary holds no definitionwhat keeps me going is the legend I will becomethe dream beyond the stars...the legacy...the predictionI dream of holding the stars and being the star that shines so brighttalent will get me over the first hurdle, for the next I?ll have to fightfalling but always rising not just for me but for the whole world to seehere to learn, improve and be the best is what I guarantee said countless times the dream is to be the most sort after writersaid countless times I?m a fighter holding an advantage as I?m brighterI?m not here for the fame or having a chain attached to my namehere to change the face of the game as it has never been the samejust wanting to get my work across and an understanding of my wordsspreading my wings and being the one who saves the worldsome people are born to lead so I question if I have what it takesall I have are my memories, the biggest dream and my mistakescoming back stronger than ever as I grow and learn from my pastthe dream completed... history books...hall of fame...talent unsurpassed

I'm sitting at my table writing a few rhymeswishing I had cable but that gon cost a few dimescan?t deal with anymore problems, my life is unstablecrime no longer paying, fallen thru hard timesno longer high maintenance now wearing fake labelssitting and dreaming that someone will pay for my rhymeseveryone round my way desperately needs moneybut we all greedy as we all want a whole lot moreto go on expensive holidays were its always sunnybe a V.I.P and be able to buy out a whole storecollecting that pollen and making life as sweet as honeyas I?ll be someone important the whole world won?t ignorethe whole dream is centred around MTV cribseverybody wants to be like that tall dark rich handsome guywith a mansion in Beverly hills? and another two in shanghaion his drive way he got a Ferrari and two Lamborghinisinside his house girls running around in their bikinisrubbing the lamp and wishing I had my own genieat the moment I dream it but when I wake I will make itinspired by Jesus so I?m turning paper into moneycollecting that pollen and making life as sweet as honeyone day when the dream exists I?ll sit back and reminisce fear nothing as look I straight into the eyes of the abyssas I see myself sitting at my table writing a few rhymeswishing I had cable but I know that gonna cost a few dimes